Everyone says that a serious man is the most handsome, and now An Yiqing had to admit it was true—she was completely powerless against the focused Gu Yelin in this moment.
"Tutu, are you awake?" Just then, Gu Yelin heard a sound and turned his head, only to be caught by An Yiqing's laughing eyes. He opened the kitchen door, took An Yiqing's small hand, and pulled her inside.
"How do you feel? Are you uncomfortable anywhere? I've prepared some massage oil on the coffee table. After we eat, I'll give you a massage," Gu Yelin said, giving An Yiqing a concerned once-over.
The man's straightforward question made An Yiqing blush fiercely, and she cast a shy but reproachful glance at him, thoroughly disarming Gu Yelin.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Gu Yelin asked, a bit cluelessly, after steadying his mind.
"Um, it's nothing. My body just feels a bit sore and achy," An Yiqing said with a red face, glancing around as if embarrassed.